I'm Trapped Inside a Prince as the Most Powerful Entity-Chapter 174: The Emperor’s Request

He detailed Adam’s audacious challenge to the Red Team. He described the subsequent one-sided battle where Eric had dismantled the entire faction.

And he explained the unprecedented punishment he had been forced to mete out to Cian and Samba.

As he listened to the story the Emperor placed a hand on his forehead. It was a gesture of profound weary frustration. He let out a long heavy sigh.

"I knew it," he murmured more to himself than to Logan.

"I knew from that very first day I met him in the council room that this boy was going to cause a lot of trouble for me."

The Principal however cut him off. His own expression was now one of a gentle but firm inquiry.

"I still don’t understand the true purpose of your visit David," he said. His tone was now that of an old friend seeking clarity not just a Principal speaking to his Emperor. "Why have you really come to the Academy today?"

The Emperor looked at the Principal. His expression was now very serious his gaze direct.

"I want you to pardon Cian’s punishment Logan," he stated. His voice was calm but firm. It was a clear unambiguous command.

The Principal was not surprised by this. He had on some level anticipated this very request. It was after all the most logical explanation for the Emperor’s sudden unannounced visit. Cian’s family was very powerful and very influential. Of course they would complain to the Emperor.

This was politics.

This was how the world worked even within the hallowed halls of his Academy.

The Emperor was here not as a friend but as a ruler a politician trying to manage a difficult situation. The Principal understood this perfectly. But that did not mean he had to like it.

The Principal Logan met the Emperor’s gaze. His expression was one of profound weary regret. He then smiled a small sad gesture that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

"I have given my word David," he said. His voice was quiet but firm. It was a statement of unshakeable conviction. "I cannot go back on it now."

The Emperor David leaned forward on the sofa. His elbows rested on his knees. His expression was equally serious. "I too have given my word Logan," he replied. His voice was a low resonant rumble.

It seemed to carry the weight of his entire empire.

"I must have Cian’s punishment pardoned one way or another. He is a boy from one of the Empire’s most prominent noble families. His father is a very powerful man. I cannot in good conscience or political reality allow his son to be subjected to such a... humiliating punishment."

Hearing the Emperor’s words the Principal fell completely silent. He was caught in a great dilemma a seemingly impossible situation. He had already given his word to "Eric".

He now knew this being was far more than just a boy. And he had also announced the punishment in front of the entire Academy.

To go back on that now would be to undermine his own authority. It would make a mockery of the Academy’s rules. While he could technically refuse the Emperor’s order David was not just his ruler.

He was his oldest and dearest friend. And he knew with an absolute certainty that if David had given his word to Cian’s powerful family he would move heaven and earth to keep it.

The Emperor valued his honor and his promises above all else.

Finally the Principal let out a long heavy sigh. The sound was a testament to the immense weight that was on his shoulders.

"Forgive me David," he said his voice filled with a genuine profound regret "but my hands are completely tied in this matter. I cannot change my decision."

Before the Emperor could say anything more before he could press his advantage or voice his frustration the Principal raised a hand. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

It was a gesture that was both a plea for patience and a signal of a new idea.

"Although it is not in my hands to change this," Logan continued his voice now a little more hopeful "I can have you meet the person who can do this for you. The person who has the real power in this situation."

The Emperor immediately understood who the Principal was talking about.

He meant the one who had orchestrated the entire punishment in the first place. The one who had forced the Principal’s hand with his undeniable proof. He meant Eric. Or rather the powerful entity that resided within him.

After a few long silent seconds of contemplation the Emperor looked at the Principal. He let out a deep resigned sigh of his own and nodded.

"Alright then Logan," he said his voice now a low almost reluctant growl. "I will deal with this Eric myself. Call him to your office."

The second half of the day’s classes had begun.

Eric along with the other students of the elite Section A was now in a vast open-air training hall. They were preparing for a physical training class. The students were beginning to pair up with their teammates.

They were selecting their preferred practice weapons from the racks that lined the walls of the hall.

Just as Eric was trying to figure out what he was supposed to be doing a professor entered the training hall.

He scanned the crowd of students his gaze landing directly on Eric.

"Eric," the professor called out his voice clear and authoritative "the Principal has summoned you to his office immediately."

The moment Eric heard this a familiar knot of anxiety tightened in his stomach. What did the Principal want now? The class professor seeing the summons from a senior faculty member gave Eric immediate permission to leave the class.

As Eric began to follow the professor out of the training hall and towards the Principal’s office the transparent glowing interface of the [System Window] suddenly appeared before him. It was visible only to him.

"[Host Eric]" the familiar neutral voice of Millennia resonated in his mind "[I need to take control of your body now.]"

This time there was no hesitation there was no internal debate. Eric had already made his decision last night. His job was to train. His job was to get stronger. Everything else... was the System’s responsibility.

Yes, he agreed his mental response immediate and absolute. Take control.

The moment his assent was given a familiar disorienting sensation washed over him. His consciousness receded. And just like that Adam was back in full control of Eric’s body. The boy’s fear and his uncertainty were gone.

They were replaced by an ancient cold and calculating confidence. Adam was ready to face whatever came next. He was ready to face the Emperor.

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